Never ending of our homecoming

Where do I begin 

to tell the story of love, 

between my mad heart and God. 

He fills my heart 

with silence, 

he seduces me 

to go deeper inside. 

The hours are gone,

The moments in constant change.

Yesterday, tomorrow even now,

all troubles are veils over my eyes.
It is all a play, 

No one sees the faceless director,

Here, is just a place

No where we can hide from cycle of change.

Love is the easiest of the games,

I played it serious, controlling, seeking an end,

Ha ha ha,

Today, I play it silently with a lot of sense of humor, presence and fluid personality.

True Love found my heart

And I lost my mind, 

After that is easy,

Wipe my memories, every night after brushing!
Moments are castles build in sky,

Rooms full of everything, and nothing stays in the same place.

That is the magic of sky of flow, of not knowing

If there is a tomorrow, if wind comes, or a crazy hunter aims to kill the birds of sky.
It is all untrue, our stories and fears. It is a happening, always here, always out of our control. We can only control our responds.
I learnt to slow down and hear perhaps more and different than I see.

When what cause us feel and act is outside, we are not free, we are only touched by surface of this happening, the true happening rise from inside, breathe into it, and you feel the energy, the difference in your feeling and doing.

Isn’t it the time to end mental violence, and give the space to something beautiful, sincere, loving…

Feelings are all we ever know as our home, here, in body. Feel good, feel childlike, feel the innocence even in the face of storm, your feelings are your home.

Keep it grounded, cared for. This the true lover! This homecoming.
Serena Devi


Serena Devi is celebrating her arrival on earth today… Thank you Earth, sky, sun and moon for your welcome. My deep gratitude to all people who are holding love in their hearts and sharing it with me, with us, with universe…. loving all.

I need
To breathe your air,
I open my eyes
To remember
I am here.

I need to be the pen
Between your fingers,
Write about love
And sometimes scream
My thirst, my need
To be kissed by your lips.

I need to fall down
on your earth
Get hurt
cut my skin
So I could be healed
in your arms.

I need to die
Every night
So with your morning breeze
I come back to life.

I need to get lost
In your dark forest
So your white doves
Find and rescue me
From stepping in dirty holes.

I need you to know
I go to sleep
So we could make love
Away from curious eyes,
I need to pray
To wake up
Wrapped in your arms
Weightless and soundless
Like the white clouds

I need you to know
What I really need
Loving you
Loving all.

© Serena Devi, November 2010